Never did an eye see the sun unless it had first become sun-like, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.
I am the bathtub of desire, but damnit woman, I saw you eyeing that swimming pool.
And just look at these men: their eye saith it - they know nothing better on earth than to be with a woman. Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! If their filth hath spirit in it!
I was naked under his gaze. Skin was just that: skin. But to see your soul stripped, laid bare for the eyes of someone you barely knew-that was terrifying.
Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghost-woman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.
Often I Wish I Were a potato. Eyes opened in all directions. Unafraid of the cold earth. The difference between life and death for somebody.
The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
Miss Runcible wore trousers and Miles touched up his eye-lashes in the dining-room of the hotel where they stopped for luncheon. So they were asked to leave.
We all know the true nature of the human soul, because we have all looked into the eyes of children, and saw ourselves looking back.
It’s the butterflies in our bellies, and the lightening in our eyes that tells me this all makes so much fucking sense.
Certain kinds of information are like smoke: they work their way into people's eyes and minds whether sought out or not, and with no regard to personal preference.
She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who’d died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.
My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.
I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.
The study of the past with one eye upon the present is the source of all sins and sophistries in history. It is the essence of what we mean by the word "unhistorical".
She was not too tall, and of a voluptuous build, so that my eyes wandered amid many charms that hitherto had been strangers to them.
Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.
[Jesus Christ] used to have blue eyes but I painted them brown like mine and everybody’s, to make him normal.
People say that your life flashes before your eyes before you die, but they’re wrong. It’s not your life that passes before you, it’s the regrets that do.
He said he loved more than any other women he's ever loved and I had a black eye to prove it.
Lightsong met the man's eyes, then smiled broadly, looking down at the God King. "My life to yours," Lifesong said. "My breath become yours.
